She stood among a group of vulgar fans, standing out and standing out.
The young ladies from high-ranking families and all-around well-dressed ladies around him looked down upon them at best. Those people, in order to show their shyness, cover their mouths and pretend to smile, how ironic.
Another dressed-up lady was called to the stage by her father-in-law. Figures flashed on the stage of the concubine selection ceremony, with flowing sleeves and soft music. This lady was dancing a neon dance. She became more and more confident, and the title of Crown Princess belonged to her.
It was finally her turn. She slowly walked onto the stage, and the people in the audience sighed. How could she be so immodest on such an occasion? He was plain-faced, with simple clothes without any cumbersome decorations. His hair was tied up naturally, with a few strands hanging around his shoulders. She walked lightly to the center of the stage. There was endless discussion in the audience, and she had no time to care about others. She only cared about his eyes at the moment.
There is a bead curtain at the end of the stage, and the face cannot be seen clearly, only a shadowy figure.
..."Standing on the stage, you should look at him and attract his attention."...